Chauffeur Yourself To The Next Level Poem by Sarah Mkhonza

It will take guts, yes it will.
You are on the wheel with keys in your hand..
Put them in the hole and hear the buzz.
What are you waiting for?
The fuel tank called your brain,
Ushers in new challenges.
Take yourself to the next level.
The food is in the trunk.
Basketfuls that will rot
While you stand idle lost in thought.
If you do not move they have rear ended you and your car will be totaled.

What will you tell the saints that gave you wings?
That you ran out of wind for windows were open?
Lame excuses don't do it eve in the land of failures.
For everybody knows you never tried.
It shows on the tracks that the car never moved.

Why get into the car if you can't drive?
Why sit on the driver's seat bum that you are?
This is no sofa for the lost to throw themselves on.
The game only takes tough players,
For they run faster to the winning point.
Play to win and chauffeur yourself to the next level!